The Unfeeling Breaks- Victor Zsasz (Gotham)

                                    

                                          
Y/N sat beside Victor in Gotham Cathedral, gazing upon Carmine Falcone's dead body in the casket on the altar. He had just been shot a few days ago as he was going to take Sofia back to Miami.
His death had been unfortunate, because, other than Penguin, Y/N had only ever worked for Don Falcone. He was the most honourable and respectable Dons ever to control Gotham, which is what made his death even more upsetting.
Especially to Victor.
Y/N kept glancing over at him to see how he was doing, and he kept seeing his bottom lip trembling, whether it was from sadness or anger, she didn't know.
After the ceremony, Victor removed one of the bullets from his gun and placed it in Falcone's casket, whispering something that Y/N couldn't hear. After that, he stormed out, not even bothering to glance at Penguin, who was calling after him.
"Y/N, where is he going?" Penguin asked her.
Y/N shrugged. "I'm not sure. I've never seen him get like this before."
"Well, find him!" Penguin ordered. "We need to find out who did this, and I have a pretty good idea..." He narrowed his eyes at Sofia, who was in a wheelchair, as she had been shot as well, but she had survived. "What are you waiting for? Now!" He ordered when Y/N didn't immediately get a move on.
Y/N rolled her eyes but left the chapel, looking for Victor's car in the lot. But it was gone. "He was my fucking ride," she muttered.
She was trying to figure out her next move when she saw a motorcycle in one of the spaces. "Hello gorgeous," she murmured, going over to it. She pulled a few of her tricks and managed to get the motorcycle started.
Y/N rode through the streets of Gotham until she got to a crummy apartment building with chipped brick and boarded-up windows. This is where she and Victor lived.
Y/N made her way up to the top floor, where their apartment was located. Tucked away in the corner, they had no neighbours and the most privacy they could get.
When she walked inside, she saw Victor on the couch with his head in his hands. "Darling?" She whispered, approaching him.
Victor jumped, not having noticed her come in. He didn't have time to wipe his tear-stained face or clear his puffy red eyes.
Y/N gasped quietly. She had never seen Victor in such a state before. He was always either smirking or quietly judging. He NEVER cried, so now she was concerned. "Victor, honey..." she murmured, sitting next to him.
He scooted away from her. "I'm fine, Y/N, just go to the bedroom, I'll be back in a minute."
But Y/N shook her head, she wasn't having any of that. "Do you need me to get you anything? Water, tissues-"
"I said go away!" Victor exclaimed, his voice cracking a little.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Y/N asked gently, sliding closer to him.
Victor stared at his hands for a moment, and she let him, knowing Falcone's murder had taken a toll on him. She patiently waited for him to speak.
Finally, he sighed sadly. "I just don't understand... Don Falcone was such an honourable man... he was like a father, to all of us," he added, glancing up at Y/N, who nodded.
"Yes, I remember," she agreed. "He treated us all as equals, no matter where we came from." She lowered her gaze, remembering her own upbringing.
When Y/N was nine, she ran away from her abusive family after accidentally murdering her mother with a sharp stick she was using to defend herself from her parent's drunken rage. Y/N ended up in Gotham, where she made a life for herself on the streets; teaching herself martial arts as well as how to wield several kinds of weapons so she could get away with stealing food and other necessities for herself. One of her capers where she ended up killing several security guards caught the attention of Don Carmine Falcone. She was 18 at the time but still had no idea what to do with her life, so when the Don offered her sanctuary, she accepted. He then taught her how to fight honourably to become not only feared, but respected. Working with Falcone is how Y/N met Victor Zsasz. They became Falcone's favourite duo, and they wouldn't have been so successful if it wasn't for him.
"I just... I'm so angry," Victor huffed, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. "Even Don Maroni wouldn't have done something so cowardly."
Y/N rubbed Victor's shoulder. "I know. But there's nothing we can do about it now."
"Yes, there is," he growled. "I'm going to kill him."
She furrowed her brows. "Kill who?"
"The man who killed Carmine Falcone: Oswald Cobblepot," Victor said as if it were obvious.
Y/N's jaw dropped. "How could you say that? Oswald didn't murder him, he couldn't murder him," she argued. Y/N leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You're just being irrational because you're upset. You need to calm down."
"I am calm!" Victor cried, slamming his fist on the coffee table. His breathing quickened and Y/N could see him attempting to hold back tears. "I am calm..."
"Shh," Y/N cooed, wrapping her arms around her fellow assassin and rocking him back and forth.
He finally caved into his feelings and allowed tears to fall, turning so he could cry on her shoulder.
Y/N stayed with him, rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear to console him and remind him that he wasn't going to go through this alone. After a while, his breathing slowed and his tears stopped. From the amount he'd cried, Y/N figured he'd been holding those feelings in for a while.
She laid him down on the couch and placed a blanket over him before going out to the kitchen and getting some water. She handed it to him and he sat up so he could take a few sips.
Y/N sat on the coffee table and placed her hand on his arm. "I want you to know that I'll always be your shoulder to cry on if you need it."
Victor smiled softly. "Trust me, I won't be needing it again."
"You say that now..." Y/N chuckled, smirking as Victor's smile grew a bit.
After a moment, he cleared his throat. "I was thinking..."
"About?" Y/N asked when he trailed off.
"What if we started working for Sofia Falcone? It seems like the fitting thing to do, honouring the Don's memory by working for his daughter."
Y/N's smirk faltered. She disliked Sofia very much. She wasn't honourable like her father was, and she never seemed to like Y/N. But that was an argument for another time. For now, Victor looked exhausted, and Y/N knew he needed to rest.
"I'll... think about it," she said quietly, watching as Victor's eyes slowly closed.
"I love you, Y/N," he mumbled.
Y/N leaned over and kissed him. "I love you too..."